She who means no mischief does it all.
AARON HILL- Birth is a shadow. Courage, self-sustained, outlords succession’s phlegm, and needs no ancestors.
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Birth is a shadow. Courage, self-sustained, outlords succession’s phlegm, and needs no ancestors.
More Aaron Hill Quotes
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She who means no mischief does it all.
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When Christ at Cana’s feast by pow’r divine, Inspir’d cold water, with the warmth of wine, See! cry’d they while, in red’ning tide, it gush’d, The bashful stream hath seen its God and blush’d.
AARON HILLWhen Christ at Cana’s feast by pow’r divine, Inspir’d cold water, with the warmth of wine, See! cry’d they while, in red’ning tide, it gush’d, The bashful stream hath seen its God and blush’d.
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Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another’s sorrow.
AARON HILLShame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another’s sorrow.
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The man with but one idea in his head is sure to exaggerate that to top-heaviness, and thus he loses his equilibrium.
AARON HILLThe man with but one idea in his head is sure to exaggerate that to top-heaviness, and thus he loses his equilibrium.
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Servile doubt argues an impotence of mind, that says we fear because we dare not meet misfortunes.
AARON HILLServile doubt argues an impotence of mind, that says we fear because we dare not meet misfortunes.
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Order, thou eye of action.
AARON HILLOrder, thou eye of action.
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Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
AARON HILLMan is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
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Art, however innocent, looks like deceiving.
AARON HILLArt, however innocent, looks like deceiving.
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Customs form us all, our thoughts, our morals, our most fixed beliefs; are consequences of our place of birth.
AARON HILLCustoms form us all, our thoughts, our morals, our most fixed beliefs; are consequences of our place of birth.
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Let never man be bold enough to say, Thus, and no farther shall my passion stray: The first crime, past, compels us into more, And guilt grows fate, that was but choice, before.
AARON HILLLet never man be bold enough to say, Thus, and no farther shall my passion stray: The first crime, past, compels us into more, And guilt grows fate, that was but choice, before.
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Joys, which we do not know, we do not wish.
AARON HILLJoys, which we do not know, we do not wish.
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Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief’s beneath thy shade.
AARON HILLOh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief’s beneath thy shade.
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First, then, a woman will, or won’t, – depend on’t; If she will do’t, she will; and there’s an end on’t. But, if she won’t, since safe and sound your trust is, Fear is affront: and jealousy injustice.
AARON HILLFirst, then, a woman will, or won’t, – depend on’t; If she will do’t, she will; and there’s an end on’t. But, if she won’t, since safe and sound your trust is, Fear is affront: and jealousy injustice.
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Courage is poorly housed that dwells in numbers; the lion never counts the herd that are about him, nor weighs how many flocks he has to scatter.
AARON HILLCourage is poorly housed that dwells in numbers; the lion never counts the herd that are about him, nor weighs how many flocks he has to scatter.
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O marriage! marriage! what a curse is thine, Where hands alone consent and hearts abhor.
AARON HILLO marriage! marriage! what a curse is thine, Where hands alone consent and hearts abhor.
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Trust me–with women worth the being won, The softest lover ever best succeeds.
AARON HILLTrust me–with women worth the being won, The softest lover ever best succeeds.
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